Methought Last Night Love In An Anger Came And Brought A Rod, So Whipt Me With The Same; Myrtle The Twigs Were, Merely To Imply Love Strikes, But 'Tis With Gentle Cruelty. Patient I Was: Love Pitiful Grew Then And Strok'D The Stripes, And I Was Whole Again. Thus, Like A Bee, Love Gentle Still Doth Bring Honey To Salve Where He Before Did Sting.